Author: Meaghan Tate

When Obedience Crumbles and Humbles Your Best Laid Plans

Oh dear. How could God really be calling me to this assignment? To write from this position where I truly feel so unqualified. “Meaghan, who are you to think you would be called to lead weary wives when you’re barely a wife yourself? What  woman would find you anything more than a hypocrite as you stand firm on your belief and knowledge of marriage when your own is in desperate need for a miracle? ” -Satan What lies has Satan pounded you with to the point you became convinced? If I have any say in this, we are calling  that quits, RIGHT HERE and RIGHT NOW, my sweet friend.   Several years ago, my bags were packed and there sat my ring with a four-page letter left on the nightstand by our bed. My friend, Hannah, knew of my plans the night before and gave her  best advice for me to seek God before making any final decisions. I half joked to her how God had stopped me  before and watch Him do it again. I was tired of waiting on God and certain it was time to take things into my own hands. This particular day was my son’s last day of football camp so we headed that way, van packed down. I called Hannah from across the field to let her know I was running a quick errand. Low and behold, my car wouldn’t start. As I texted her to ask for her husband’s help, she replied with, “LOL. I believe you now.” She knew that half-hearted joke from the night before was legit. Long story short, the vehicle was towed back to our house only to find that nothing was wrong with it. Two days later,my husband took a shot at starting it before attempting to diagnose the problem. Started right up, no problem and   no further trouble. God wasn’t allowing me to walk out of His will. You can call it coincidence but if you experience that enough, you KNOW it comes from something Greater and His  name is Jesus. Fast forward to September 2017. Marriage has grown me, refined me, changed me, and yes, even shattered me. Motherhood quite the same in these years since that hot August day. The amount of trust I have found worthy in my Savior over these few years is so extremely different from where I was that day. So when the tribulations began piling up during those crisp fall days of 2017, I cried out to God, “If Your will is for me to stay, I’ll stay. If Your will is found in release, I will go. I choose You over me. And over him. And over us. I trust Your will if only You’ll reveal it loud and clear.”  He did just that; this time with new direction. That story for a different post. I don’t know much yet about this season I am in. One thing I am certain, I have never seen a more Sovereign God in a situation this world would deem just another statistic. A situation that  doesn’t seem hopeful yet receives hope in the mundane and ordinary, which always becomes extraordinary.   Obedience, my friend. Obedience. It may require you to crumble. It will certainly humble.   I’ve tasted the comforts of “my way” and the discomforts of “His way”.  Hands down, I would choose His way any day.    “As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts higher  than your thoughts.” Isaiah 55:9   the lovely exchange: Laying down MY best laid plans through disobedience Exchanged for Trusting in His best laid plans...

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